| New Kung Fu Kenny
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| Ain’t nobody prayin' for me
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| Y’all know what happens on Earth stays on Earth
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| Here we go
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| I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
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| I don’t give a, I don’t give a, I don’t give a fuck
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| I’m willin' to die for this shit
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| I done cried for this shit, might take a life for this shit
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| Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for this shit
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| D.O.T. | 
| my enemy, won’t catch a vibe for this shit, ayy
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| I been stomped out in front of my mama
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| My daddy commissary made it to commas
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| Bitch, all my grandmas dead
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| So ain’t nobody prayin' for me, I’m on your head, ayy
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| 30 millions later, know the feds watchin'
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| Auntie on my telegram like, «Be cautious»
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| I be hangin' out at Tam’s, I be on Stockton
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| I don’t do it for the 'Gram, I do it for Compton
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| I’m willin' to die for this shit, nigga
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| I’ll take your fuckin' life for this shit, nigga
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| We ain’t goin' back to broke, family sellin' dope
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| That’s why you maney ass rap niggas better know
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| If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I’mma make it look sexy
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| If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I’mma make it look sexy
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| I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
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| They won’t take me out my element
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| Nah, take me out my element
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| I’m allergic to a bitch nigga, ayy
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| An imaginary rich nigga, ayy
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| Seven figures, ho, that’s slimmer than my bitch figure, ayy
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| Goin' digital and physical on all y’all, ayy
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| Bunch of criminals and money in my phone calls, ayy
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| We okay, we let the A1 fly
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| Relocate, jump on the same G5
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| Checkin' for me heavy 'cause I go, yeah, I go, yeah
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| They never been ready, yeah, I know, yeah, I know, yeah
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| 100K spread 'cross the floor, 'cross the floor yeah
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| None of y’all fuckin' with the flow yeah, the flow yeah
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| Years in the makin' and don’t y’all mistake it
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| I got 'em by a landslide, we talkin' 'bout races
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| You know this’ll never be a tie, just look at their laces
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| You know careers take off, just gotta be patient
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| Mister one through five that’s the only logic
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| Fake my death, go to Cuba, that’s the only option
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| If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I’mma make it look sexy
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| If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I’mma make it look sexy
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| I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
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| They won’t take me out my element
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| Nah, take me out my element
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| Damned if I do, if I don’t, ya
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| Goddamn us all if you won’t, ya
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| Damn, damn, damn, it’s a goddamn shame
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| You ain’t frontline, get out the goddamn way
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| Niggas thought they weren’t gonna see me, huh?
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| Niggas thought that K-Dot real life was the same life they see on TV, huh?
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| Niggas wanna flex on me and be in LA for free, huh?
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| Next time they hit the 10 freeway, we need receipt, huh?
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| 'Cause most of y’all ain’t real
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| Most of y’all go squeal
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| Most of y’all just envy, but jealousy get you killed
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| Most of y’all throw rocks and try to hide your hand
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| Just say his name and I promise that you’ll see Candyman
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| Because it’s all in your eyes
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| Most of y’all tell lies
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| Most of y’all don’t fade
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| Most of y’all been advised
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| Last LP I tried to lift the black artist
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| But it’s a difference 'tween black artist and wack artist
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| If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I’mma make it look sexy
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| It’s the one and only, the world’s greatest, the Kid Capri
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| If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I’mma make it look sexy
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| I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
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| They won’t take me out my element
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| Nah, take me out my element |